“I thought I’d give it a try for a couple of mornings to see if I like the machine,” Hannah said, being deliberately casual about it. “If Moishe walks along with me, I’ll let you know when we have our meeting tomorrow morning.” Delores nodded and Hannah turned to Mike. “Okay Mike,” she said. “Tell us what you learned in Minneapolis today.”

“Not enough to suit me,” Mike said, looking disgruntled. “When Lonnie and I got to their headquarters about noon, Stella was just going on a break. We walked down the street to a little coffee shop that Stella and I like, and I showed her the flyer.”

“Did Stella recognize the picture on the flyer?” Hannah found that she was crossing her fingers for luck, just as she’d done when she was a child.

“No, at least not by name. But she promised to pass the flyer around. She did think she’d seen him before and he was a—” Mike stopped and glanced at Delores. “Stella thought he looked like a man she’d seen with a woman who was walking the streets in a notoriously crime-ridden area of Munsington Street.”

Delores laughed. “You don’t have to mince words around me. I know what a streetwalker is. It’s the oldest profession in the world and I just wrote about a streetwalker in my latest Regency romance novel. They called them opera girls or round heels back then.”

“That’s funny, Mother,” Michelle said, “Especially the round heels name.”

“It wasn’t funny if you were one. Prostitutes in Regency England didn’t have the benefit of modern medicine or antibiotics. Disease was prevalent and most opera girls lived a very short life.”

“Did Stella say the man was soliciting the woman?” Hannah asked Mike.

“Stella was pretty sure he wasn’t. She’d seen him before with a couple of other girls she’d identified as known prostitutes. She didn’t think he was a customer. She was almost positive that he was a . . .” Mike stopped and glanced at Delores again.

“A pimp?” Hannah provided the word.

“Yeah. That’s what Stella thought.”

“So Grandma Knudson might have been right!” Michelle said, laughing as she remembered what Grandma Knudson had said when Lisa told her story at the coffee shop.

“Grandma Knudson?” Delores questioned Hannah.

“That’s right. Grandma Knudson saw the picture of the dead man when Lisa was telling the story at The Cookie Jar and she said he looked like a pimp.”

Delores burst out laughing. “Leave it to Grandma Knudson to tell it like it is. That dear lady is a breath of fresh air, even if Reverend Bob doesn’t appreciate it sometimes.”

Hannah turned to Mike again. “But Stella didn’t know for sure that he was a pimp . . . right?”